John Wilmot

(1 April 1647 – 26 July 1680 / Oxfordshire, England)

Portsmouth's Looking Glass - Poem by John Wilmot

Methinks I see you, newly risen
From your embroider'd Bed and pissing,
With studied mien and much grimace,
Present yourself before your glass,
To vanish and smooth o'er those graces,
You rubb'd off in your Night Embraces.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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